


The Captive

by thistels



Series: HYDRA's prisoners [2]
Category: Captain America (Movies)
Genre: Alternate Universe - Hydra Won (Marvel), Dirty Talk, Humiliation, Hurt Steve Rogers, I'm Going to Hell, M/M, Manipulation, Nipple Play, Nipple Torture, Rape, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Rumlow is a sadist, Rumlow is an ass, Slut Shaming, This is really dark people, Victim Blaming, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, You Have Been Warned, not a realistic depiction of rape, pure filth
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2017-09-24
Updated: 2017-09-24
Packaged: 2019-01-05 02:00:57
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,061
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12180699
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/thistels/pseuds/thistels
Summary: Mostly just dark and filthy porn. HYDRA won, most Avengers and SHIELD are scattered and/or presumed dead.Captain America is a prisoner at HYDRA, Brock's methods of breaking him are creative and includes the Winter Soldier.





	The Captive

**Author's Note:**

> I recommend you read the first part of the series before you read this one. There's like a tiny bit of plot in there that you'll need to not be confused by this part. But it's not like you'll be totally lost if you just read this work. Basically, Hydra won, Brock and the Winter Soldier took Captain America prisoner and brought him back to base.

Discovering how ridiculously sensitive Roger’s nipples are was the gift that kept on giving. Especially now, when Brock was buried to the balls down the righteous Captain’s throat, his fingers working Steve’s tits mercilessly. He pinched the nubs between his fingers, watched the Captain’s abdominal muscles contract and his dick jump. Felt the vibrations in Roger’s throat as the man made an involuntary sound, a whimper or a cry in pleasure-pain, the actual sound of it muffled by the dick restricting his airways.

Brock kept his ministrations up for a few more seconds, fingers plucking and pinching at the red buds until it had to be painful. His eyes almost rolled back in his head at the feel of the fluttering clench of Steve’s throat around his cock. Then he regrettably had to pull out and let Rogers breathe, not even Captain America was above the need for air even though he could go without it for way longer than any other broad who’d ever deep-throated Brock before. One day he would make Rogers choke on his dick until the almighty Captain grew unconscious, but he wasn’t done playing with Steve for the day just yet.

The desperate gasp for air Steve made as Brock withdrew made him smirk, and just because he could he immediately pushed back in before Rogers could brace himself for it again.

He groaned as Steve’s throat welcomed him, the muscle giving as he pushed deeper, clenching around him. He rutted into the Captain’s face a few times, his fingers flicking his nipples in rhythm with his thrusts.

Then he pulled back again, this time regretfully all the way, leaving the warm cave of Steve’s mouth completely. And god how he loved the sound of Steve’s ragged breathing as the former national icon tried catching his breath after having his mouth stuffed full of cock. He kept working Steve’s nipples over, thick fingers squeezing the nubs until Rogers was squirming underneath him, desperately trying to get away from the stimulation. It was bound to be painful by now, Brock had barley let up on teasing them the last few hours, but Steve’s cock was drooling anyway, slutty and wet and desperate for more.

Roger’s squirming did him very little good though. He was strapped down to a table, the same restraints used on the Winter Soldier during more invasive medical procedures doing a good job of holding him right where Brock wanted him. Brock was straddling his face, not the easiest position to maintain but totally worth it if it meant he could play with the Cap’s tits and fuck his face at the same time.

Steve finally made a sound as Brock gave one of his nipples a particularly rough twist before rubbing over it soothingly, mockingly as he knew the kind of reaction it would have on Steve’s cock. That was the one downside of having his cock in Steve’s throat – none of those desperate and needy noises when Brock did something that felt too good and Steve was unable to hide what a slut he was behind that mask of stoicism which annoyed Brock to hell and back.

None of the bitten off cries of pain as Brock refused to let up on his tortured nipples or softening cock.

None of the whimpers when the feeling was so intense Steve didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain.

None of the sobs as Brock brought him to the edge of an orgasm only to deny him his release and whip his back bloody instead of letting him come. Those where the only times the Captain was susceptible to physical torture, so wrecked that he couldn’t steel himself against the pain he usually barely flinched at.

He turned over, straddling Steve’s shoulders and facing him, using a hand to push sweat-damp hair from the man’s face before taking his own cock in his hand, jacking himself slowly while he smirked down at Steve’s fuck-out face. A mixture of drops of saliva and precome fell onto the Captain’s face every one in a while, making the man twitch in disgust as he had no choice but to lie there and take it.

The golden boy of America was doing a pretty good job of looking disgusted and detached, despite his heaving chest and swollen lips, like Brock could do whatever he wanted to his body but he could never break Steve’s spirit. It was obviously time to remind Steve that Brock could abso-fucking-lutley break every single piece of the Captain.

He shifted forward, dragging the head of his cock align Steve’s full lips, enjoying the way Steve fought the reflex of darting his tongue out and lick at the precome Brock’s dick left behind.

“Thought I told you to make it good?” Brock said, challenge obvious in his voice, like he was daring Steve to take the bait. Steve never did though – fear immediately crumbling the calm façade as he was reminded what was at stake.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Let’s try this again shall we? Suck my cock, or I’ll stick it in the Soldier, and I won’t be nearly as nice about it was I am with you.”

If Roger’s sensitive body was a gift, his sentimental attachment to the shell that was left of his old buddy Bucky Barnes was a fucking blessing. Even the threat of putting as much as a bruise on the Soldier made the high and mighty Captain America crawl on all fours. The mentioning of abusing the Soldier sexually though, that had Steve shaking with fear, that trademark kind of bravery he’d been known for dust in the wind.

Brock couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, those blue eyes wide with fear as he opened his mouth to take the head of Brock’s cock between his lips. The flick of Roger’s tongue against his slit had him groaning, closing his eyes as he pushed further into that welcoming wet heat. Steve had obviously sucked cock before, hollowing his cheeks and watching his teeth like he was making love to Brock’s cock and not dreaming of biting it off.

The thought had crossed Brock’s mind at first of course, that as alluring as Steve’s cock-sucking lips were it was also a death-trap for any dick. It still made Brock go cold to think about what the super-soldier could do with his enhanced jaw. But it made it all the better when Steve let himself be used, sucked Brock’s cock like it was the oxygen he needed to breathe, trying to bob his head against the restraints even. He’d spent a full hour describing the things he could do to the Winter Soldier before he dared to go near that mouth, but by then Steve had been in tears, too stunned to barely react as Brock pushed into his mouth, frozen in concern for his former friend.

Those were good memories, but Brock was all for making new ones. He opened his eyes back up to watch Steve go to town on his dick, but immediately grabbed a hand of that blonde hair, yanking on it until Steve was struggling against the reflex of biting down or trying to pull away from Brock’s cock to cry out in pain. Brock only let go when Steve opened his eyes, tears stinging in the corners of them.

“Eyes on me loverboy.” Brock spat, furious that he’d let Steve slip for a minute. There was no doubt where Steve went when he closed his eyes – trying to imagine Bucky Barnes in Brock’s place and he wouldn’t have any of that. With Steve’s eyes back on him Brock resumed fucking his mouth, not going all the way down his throat, stopping just when his cock teasingly hit the back of Steve’s mouth before pulling back again. He set a slow rhythm that would keep him from coming too soon, just forcing Steve to feel the slide of his heavy cock over his tongue and between his lips. It was an exquisite display of control on Brock’s behalf, dragging it out, making Steve take it as he used his body at his own pace, not chasing his release but finding pleasure from humiliating the good Captain.

He’d have to share his prize soon enough – he knew that half of HYDRA was already breathing down Pierce’s neck, drooling at the thought of getting their own clammy hands on the Captain. Brock was going to make sure Steve remembered him especially though.

He stilled his motions after a few minutes of slowly fucking Steve’s mouth, letting his cock rest inside while he ran a finger over Steve’s lips where they were stretched around his shaft.

“Look at you, taking my cock like a two-dollar whore.” He taunted, until he realized that back in the day a two-dollar whore had probably been one hell of a woman. “Desperate slut, choking on my cock like you can’t get enough. What would your precious fan-club say, ey?” Those who still fought to get out from under HYDRA had taken to calling themselves _‘the good men’_ , based on some stupid quote Steve had once said about good men and perfect soldiers. Brock made a mental note of brining a camera when he let the rest of his fellow agents at Captain America’s ass. That sight was sure to temper the enthusiasm of the freedom-fighters a bit. Seeing their precious beacon of hope begging to be used like a fucktoy by HYDRA’s finest.

Damn, Brock was a fucking strategy genius.

He pushed the exploring finger into Steve’s mouth next to his cock, hooking it in his chin and pulling in, forcing Steve’s mouth to stretch even wider. He rutted into that mouth a bit, finger and dick coating in saliva and drool and precome that the Captain couldn’t quite swallow.

“So filthy, slobbering all over yourself to get it deeper, ain’t you?” Brock pushed in more, his free hand coming up to cup Steve’s chin, his grip gentle like a lover’s as he tilted the Captain’s head a bit to get a better angle for his cock. “So good for me sweetheart, such a good slut.” He cooed, thumb stroking Steve’s cheekbone. “That’s it, open up a little more for me.” Steve does like he’s told, way better at following orders than he ever was at giving them when the wellbeing of a certain Soldier is on the line.

Brock pops the finger still in Steve’s mouth out as he pushes a little deeper, reaches the newly free hand behind himself to rub at Steve’s chest. Those tits are a work of art and Brock can totally see how they made the Soldier go off programming, he can’t keep his hands away for long himself and he’s had Rogers to himself for almost a full week.

It had taken Mr. Pierce some convincing at first when Brock had brought the captured and defeated Captain America back to HYDRA headquarters. Mr. Pierce had insisted on some old fashioned torture – show the Captain how his intestines looked on the outside of his stomach and he’d tell them who to break the rest of the resistance. Pierce had looked appalled as Brock told him exactly how he’d managed to subdue the Captain enough to bring him back, and even more outraged when Brock suggested Pierce use his dick to get information out of Steve instead of a knife. Brock had only barely resisted rolling his eyes at the sputtering declaration of the commander’s heterosexuality before offering to do it himself. Like it was some kind of hardship and not the best fucking thing ever. Brock was just about as straight as they came, but this was Captain fucking America, come on. He’d be worried if his dick _wasn’t_ interested.

Finally though Mr. Pierce had agreed to give Brock a shot at breaking Steve with this unorthodox method. He had been the one to bring the Captain in after all, succeeding where every single HYDRA agent had failed before him. Pierce didn’t need to know that it had basically all been the Winter Soldier, and if it hadn’t been for the Soldier Rogers might have managed to derail the entire mission.

So he was surprised when the mechanical locks on the door slid open and the door was pulled inward, since Mr. Pierce didn’t want anything to do with the gloriously tied down super-soldier. And no one else was authorized to disturb Brock in his _interrogations_ just yet. He wasn’t surprised enough to pull out of Steve’s mouth though, not entirely convinced that he’d be able too even if bullets started raining on them.

He turned to see the Winter Soldier close the door, his armed escort of five guards waiting outside, trying to sneak a glimpse of what was inside before the door slid shut.

“Ah, Solider.” Brock greeted, authoritative but cautious. He had asked Pierce to send the Soldier when he was done going through the regular maintenance and wipes that always happened after his missions. Usually he’d trust that a recently wiped Soldier meant completely compliant and undoubtedly loyal but he’d seen the effect that Roger’s had had on the Soldier before and he didn’t want to leave anything to chance.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, testing the Soldier and ignoring the way Steve’s throat vibrated around him as the man tried shuffling around or make a sound as he realized they had company.

“Functional, Sir.” The Soldier answered without hesitation, short and precise like he should.

“You know who this is Soldier?” Brock asked, using the hand still cupping Steve’s face to tilt it enough that he still had Brock’s cock in his mouth but the Soldier had a perfect view of those baby blue eyes.

“No, Sir.” The Soldier answered, the amount of time he took to consider perfectly reasonable. Too short and Brock might have thought he was lying and too long he would have been worried about malfunctions. The look on his face was cold and detached, inhuman in a way that sent a cold shiver down Brock’s spine. Even psychopaths would have _some_ kind of feeling about walking in on a scene like this, but the Soldier looked like he was looking at a brick wall, not at a man being stuffed full of cock, obviously against his will.

“Good.” Brock said, returning his attention to Steve who was looking at the Soldier with enough desperation to pull on even Brock’s heartstrings. He couldn’t have that of course though. Without warning he delivered a hard slap to the Captain’s face, hissing as the surprise made Steve forget to watch his teeth for just a few seconds. The Captain noticed his mistake, an apology screaming from his eyes as he couldn’t get the words out around Brock’s cock.

Brock reached behind him, grabbing the first nipple he could find and squeezing it _hard_ between his fingers until Roger’s eyes started to water and he learned his lesson. Then he started flicking the other one, his cock pushing back down Steve’s throat again. He went harder with the rough treatment now that he had an audience, not working to humiliate Steve as much as he was trying to provoke a reaction from the Soldier.

If the Soldier did feel some residual attraction or devotion to Steve this would surely set him off, make him want to stake a claim of his own or protect Rogers from getting hurt. Hearing Steve choke around Brock’s cock seemed to have no effect at all on the Solider though, standing stoic where he’d stopped just inside the door, expression blank and disinterested in what was happening in front of him. Back to his old self, which was perfect. Now he could start actually breaking Steve. These last few days had only been a warm-up.

“Take your clothes off Soldier.” Brock ordered, not bothering to watch to make sure that his order was obeyed. The Soldier was clearly working at its best again.

“What do you think Rogers? Should I fuck him?” To easy. “Make him open himself up on that terrible metal fist without any slick? Can you imagine how those plates could chafe a guy?” That was better, Steve’s eyes going wide as he did indeed imagine the picture Brock had painted. Brock decided to hold on to that particular exercise for future use, now though, he had other plans.

He used Steve’s mouth while the Solider undressed, both hands coming up to hold his head in place as he forced his cock all the way down the Captain’s throat. His balls slapped against Steve’s chin every time he pushed down, the clenching spasms making him groan in pleasure. By the time he pulled out of Steve’s throat to come inside the man’s mouth the Solider was naked, awaiting orders. Brock pulled out of Steve’s mouth completely, letting the last strings of come land on the man’s lips and cheeks like a work of art. He didn’t need to order the Captain to swallow, a sharp glare did the trick and Brock couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re a whore for it.” He said, climbing off Steve and the table to walk to the other end of it. His body was tingling pleasurably from his orgasm, the rush of having the two Super-soldiers at his mercy making this day especially good. Brock Rumlow was a lucky man.

He got in between Steve’s legs, propped up and bent at the knee, spread wide to put his ass on display. He tugged on the restraints a bit, one could never be too safe, and noted that they didn’t budge when he pulled on them hard. Satisfied, he reached down to Steve’s hole, two fingers prodding without quite pushing it. It was swollen and a few shades redder than the rest of Steve’s body, but other than that it showed no signs of the abuse Brock had been doling out the last few hours.

And alright, yes, Brock had popped a few Viagra before coming into headquarters that day, sue him. He had Captain fucking America on his table, he was going to do anything it took to get as much quality time out of that ass as he could.

Steve made a small sound, a whimper low in his throat as Brock kept teasing the sensitive area and he couldn’t resist adding a little push that sent his fingers into that warm space between Captain America’s legs. He groaned as he did, pushed further than he’d planned on and ended up screwing the fingers as deep into the Captain as they would go. The man was hot and tight, way tighter than he had any right to be after the work Brock had put into fucking him good and hard earlier that morning, put hey, it wasn’t like Brock was complaining. The tighter the better for what he had planned.

The Captain’s inside was still a bit wet, sticky with Brock’s come that hadn’t dried up just yet and wasn’t that fucking perfect?

“You feel that Cap? Still slick with my load, hm?” Brock smirked as he fucked his fingers in to that tight hole, making squelching sounds with each push as he dragged his digits all the way out before pushing in again, reveling in the sensation as he felt Steve’s thigh shake under his other hand. “Bet you were missing feeling these inside you, ey?” He continues, wiggles his fingers, because he knows how Steve hates it when he talks dirty to him.

He lets the fingers rub over Steve’s prostate for a while, almost absentmindedly like he doesn’t notice or care what the shift does to the Captain’s body, as he looks over at the Solider. There was no trace of the previous malfunctions, the Solider looking like a blank slate ready to programmed, not like his best friend was being tortured just within arm’s reach of him. He cast a quick glance at the Soldier’s groin, not at all interest in the male anatomy of anyone else than his own and Steve Rogers’ really but he was devoted to HYDRA, he could make a sacrifice or two for the cause.

“Put your dick in his mouth Soldier.” Brock ordered, letting up on rubbing his fingers against Steve’s prostate for a while without removing them completely. Watching those gorgeous thighs quiver with pleasure was quickly becoming one of Brock’s favorite things but he wanted Steve’s full attention for these next parts. “You better get him hard Cap, or he’ll be the one getting fucked.” Brock added, just to make sure they were all still on the same page.

The conflicting emotions in Steve’s eyes as he opened his mouth to welcome another cock into his mouth were almost as beautiful to watch as those lips stretching around the thickness of the Soldier’s cock. Steve was obviously torn between feeling guilty that the Solider wasn’t in a state of mind to give consent (which was ridiculous because who the hell wouldn’t want those slutty lips around their dick no matter their current state of mind?) and wanting to follow orders to protect his friend from something way worse than a non-consensual blowjob. He obviously knew that Brock had more things planned and that he was playing right into Brock’s hands, but if he refused the end game would change but Brock would still end up the winner and the Soldier would be in pain.

Steve Roger’s martyr-complex was going to be what finally did him in in the end, Brock would bet money on it if there had been anyone around him to make a bet with. Maybe he’d take Rollins up on it later, once he’d shared his toys.

Watching Captain America blow the Winter Soldier was fun for sure, but just a minute in Brock realized that Steve had been holding out on him and he wasn’t fucking happy about that. Steve sucked the Soldier’s dick like it was the only thing he was getting for dinner that whole week (and there was a thought Brock might follow up on later), pulling out moves Brock had no idea the Captain knew. Hell, he felt like _blushing_ watching some of it, and yeah there was no doubt in his mind about it anymore – Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes had been a couple of faggots back in the 1940’s.

The Soldier was as blank as ever through the whole thing, expression schooled even though his anatomy obviously wasn’t unaffected by Steve’s work, the paragon of self-control. Pierce would have been proud, that was the kind of order and obedience HYDRA wanted to bring to the rest of mankind. How the Solider could restrain himself from not fucking deeper into that mouth was beyond Brock though and he shuddered to think about the kind of brainwashing had to go into drilling instincts like that out of a man.

The man’s pale thighs shaking was he let Steve do all the work around his cock was the only visible sign he was even feeling anything. That and the fact that his cock was swelling between Steve’s lips of course.

Brock would definitely not forget the fact that Steve had been holding back on him in the blowjob-department, but he was to exited to get moving to change the course of his plan now.

“Enough!” He barked at the Soldier, who immediately withdrew his cock from Steve’s mouth, a trail of saliva connecting them in a filthy way before Steve licked his lips. Brock gave a hard twist of his fingers to clue the Captain in on was to come before pulling them out and stepping aside.

“Fuck him.” Brock ordered, studying Steve’s face as he did. Just like he’d expected the man didn’t seem too upset at the thought of having his old lover back inside him. Sure, there was still the expected distress because he was probably still sore from earlier, super-soldier or no, there was only so much one body could take. And the whole consent-thing was guaranteed to keep someone like Rogers up at night. But overall he looked relieved that it would be his old pal Bucky fucking him instead of another round with Brock. Brock would have been insulted if he was the kind of person who cared.

The Soldier moved methodically, getting in between Steve’s thighs and taking himself in hand without wasting time or hurrying.

“Wait.” Brock ordered, just as the tip of the Soldier’s cock touched Steve’s rim, and both super-soldiers froze. He smiled at Steve, watching the color drain from his face when he realized that yes, this _was_ too good to be true.

“Take him hard. Make it hurt.” He ordered the Soldier.

His own cock twitched in delight as the Soldier _slammed_ into Steve’s body. He went balls deep in on the first go, the muscle of his thighs and back straining as he put his weight behind the thrust. Steve sounded like he’d gotten his breath fucked out of him and it was a delicious sound.

“Nnngh.” The bitten off sound of pain as the Soldier started pulling out immediately was even better. Steve had ben slick enough for Brock’s two fingers, but the entirety of the Soldier’s cock with only a bit of saliva on it couldn’t possibly go smoothly.

The Solider set up a smart rhythm, pulling out slowly to make Steve squirm at the dragging friction, and then slamming back in hard enough that Brock was starting to worry about the table under the captain.

Steve’s body was strung tight as a bow, trying to brace itself for the Soldier’s thrust but not finding any purchase in the tied down position. Brock fucking loves his job.

He stood back to watch for a while, his own cock spent as he enjoyed the show. But with all of that golden skin spread out like a buffet he soon felt like a starving man and dove back in, hand curling around Steve’s cock and giving it a hard squeeze. Steve’s eyes flew open from where he’d closed them, his eyes a bit glazed over and hazy as he tried to fixate Brock with his most murderous glare. The mess of come on his face and fucked-out expression made that glare pretty ineffective though and Brock couldn’t help but chuckle as he started stroking Captain America’s dick with intent.

It didn’t take long to bring Steve off, the way Brock had had him on the edge constantly for the better part of the day. The Solider kept to his orders beautifully, slamming into Steve without letting his rhythm falter and fucking him through his orgasm, even as the man under him let out keening noises, like he was dying or something. Brock wiped his hand on Steve’s leg efficiently before he reached a hand up to tug on one of those rosy nipples again.

Steve was sobbing now, a mess as the Soldier pounded into his sensitive body and Brock cursed the fact that he felt pretty confident he wouldn’t be able to get hard enough to have another go at the man. Maybe he’d make some inquiries to the science division of HYDRA and see if would cook up a performance enhancer that was better than the blue pills on the civilian market. Experiments were a big thing within the organization after all.

“Bucky.” Rogers whined out the Soldier’s name from a previous life as metal fingers dug into his thighs and Brock spared a glance to eye the Soldier suspiciously. There was no indication that the Soldier was breaking programming though, eyes blank as ever as he performed his task.

He walked back to where the Soldier was nestled between the Captain’s legs, mouth salivating a bit at the sight of the Soldier’s cock stretching that hole.

“Slow down.” He ordered the Soldier, and the man obeyed, effectively reminding Brock that it wasn’t really a man anymore. He brought a hand up to where the two super soldiers were joined and let a finger trace Steve’s rim. It made the man shudder and Brock added some pressure, rubbing teasingly as he chuckled at the way Rogers was trying to pull away but couldn’t move as much as an inch.

Then he pushed the exploring finger inside next to the Soldier’s cock, just to watch Roger’s eyes fly open at the feel of the increased stretch.

“Such a tight little hole.” Brock mused, screwing his finger a little deeper. “We’re going to fix that though, don’t worry.” He added, giving the inside of Steve’s thigh a mean pinch with his unoccupied hand until the Captain cried out as he twisted the flesh between his fingers. He was really disappointed that he couldn’t go another round. The thought of squeezing his dick in next to the Winter Soldier’s was really tempting but hey, he had time to experiment. It wasn’t like Captain America was going anywhere.

“Finish up. Then get back to you cell. We have a mission for you tomorrow.” He told the Soldier, pulling his finger free from Steve’s hole and watched in fascination as the Soldier grabbed Steve’s thighs, mismatched hands digging into the man’s flesh as he rutted against him like an animal. The reinforced table was in serious trouble as the Soldier chased his release, still heading Brock’s earlier order to make Rogers hurt.

Yeah, his job ruled.

“You wanna know who we’re sending him after tomorrow, Cap?” Brock asked conversationally, fingers digging into Steve’s hair as he lingered in the interrogation room just a bit longer. He couldn’t seem bring himself to leave just yet. “He’s gonna kill the Black Widow.”

Steve definitely reacted to that, even though he’d been trying to pretend he wasn’t listening to Brock.

“What, you don’t believe me?” Brock goaded, tugging a bit on the hair gathered up in his fist. “I’ll have the Soldier bring you a souvenir.” Then he left Rogers and Barnes alone to seek out a camera for the next time and possibly a scientist who could do something to enhance his stamina. The Winter Soldier obviously wasn't breaking programming for Rogers anymore and Brock had the fullest intention to leave the good Captain spread out on that table for a few more hours.


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